François NICOLAS

Deutschland (1989)

On trouvera ci-joint l'intégralité du poème d'Hopkins. Les parties en couleur sont celles qui ont été utilisées dans l'oeuvre.

On y distingue, selon la couleur,

le chanté,

le parlé-chanté (Sprech),

le parlé modulé,

le parlé simple.

Le texte en italique est l'occasion de courtes vocalises.

Dans la dernière strophe, une petite modificaton au troisième vers (him à la place de us) ajuste le texte à l'hommage rendu à mon père.

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Gerard Manley Hopkins

(1844- 1889)

"The wreck of the Deutschland"

 

To the

happy memory of five Fransciscan nuns

exiles by the Falck Laws

drowned between midnight and morning of

Dec.7th, 1875

PART THE FIRST

I

Thou mastering me

God ! giver of breath and bread ;

World's strand, sway of the sea ;

Lord of living and dead ;

Thou hast bound bones and veins in me, fastened me flesh,

And after it almost unmade, what with dread,

Thy doing : and dost thou touch me afresh ?

Over again I feel thy finger and find thee.

 

II

I did say yes

O at lightning and lashed rod ;

Thou heardst me, truer than tongue, confess

Thy terror, O Christ, O God ;

Thou knowest the walls, altar and hour and night :

The swoon of a heart that the sweep and the hurl of thee trod

Hard down with a horror of height :

And the midriff astrain with leaning of, laced with fire of stress.

 

III

The frown of his face

Before me, the hurtle of hell

Behind, where, where was a, where was a place ?

I whirled out wings that spell

And fled with a fling of the heart to the heart of the Host.

My heart, but you were dovewinged, I can tell,

Carrier-witted, I am bold to boast,

To flash from the flame to the flame then, tower from the grace to the grace.

 

IV

I am soft sift

In an hourglass - at the wall

Fast, but mined with a motion, a drift,

And it crowds and it combs to the fall ;

I steady as a water in a well, to a poise, to a pane,

But roped with, always, all the way down from the tall

Fells or flanks of the voel, a vein

Of the gospel proffer, a pressure, a principle, Christ's gift.

 

V

I kiss my hand

To the stars, lovely-asunder

Starlight, wafting him out of it ; and

Glow, glory in thunder ;

Kiss my hand to the dappled-with-damson west :

Since, tho' he is under the world's splendour and wonder,

His mystery must be instressed, stressed ;

For I greet him the days I meet him, and bless when I understand.

 

VI

Not out of his bliss

Springs the stress felt

Nor first from heaven (and few know this)

Swings the stroke dealt -

Stroke and a stress that stars and storms deliver,

That guilt is hushed by, hearts are flushed by and melt -

But it rides time like riding a river

(And here the faithful waver, the faithless fable and miss).

 

VII

It dates from day

Of his going in Galilee ;

Warm-laid grave of a womb-life grey ;

Manger, maiden's knee ;

The dense and the driven Passion, and frightful sweat ;

Thence the discharge of it, there its swelling to be,

Though felt before, though in high flood yet -

What none would have known of it, only the heart, being hard at bay,

 

VIII

Is out with it ! Oh,

We lash with the best or worst

Word last ! How a lush-kept plush-capped sloe

Will, mouthed to flesh-burst,

Gush ! - flush the man, the being with it, sour or sweet,

Brim, in a flash, full ! - Hither then, last or first,

To hero of Calvary, Christ's feet -

Never ask if meaning it, wanting it, warned of it - men go.

 

IX

Be adored among men,

God, three-numberèd form ;

Wring thy rebel, dogged in den,

Man's malice, with wrecking and storm.

Beyond saying sweet, past telling of tongue,

Thou art lightning and love, I found it, a winter and warm ;

Father and fondler of heart thou hast wrung :

Hast thy dark descending and most art merciful then.

 

X

With an anvil-ding

And with fire in him forge thy will

Or rather, rather then, stealing as Spring

Through him, melt him but master him still :

Whether at once, as once at a crash Paul,

Or as Austin, a lingering-out swéet skill,

Make mercy in all of us, out of us all

Mastery, but be adored, but be adored King.

 

 

PART THE SECOND

 

XI

"Some find me a sword ; some

The flange and the rail ; flame,

Fang, or flood" goes Death on drum,

And storms bugle his fame.

But wé dream we are rooted in earth - Dust !

Flesh falls within sight of us, we, though our flower the same,

Wave with the meadow, forget that there must

The sour scythe cringe, and the blear share come.

 

XII

On Saturday sailed from Bremen,

American-outward-bound,

Take settler and seamen, tell men with women,

Two hundred souls in the round -

O Father, not under thy feathers nor ever as guessing

The goal was a shoal, of a fourth the doom to be drowned ;

Yet did the dark side of the bay of thy blessing

Not vault them, the million of rounds of thy mercy not reeve even them in ?

 

XIII

Into the snows she sweeps,

Hurling the haven behind,

The Deutschland, on Sunday ; and so the sky keeps,

For the infinite air is unkind,

And the sea flint-flake, black-backed in the regular blow,

Sitting Eastnortheast, in cursed quarter, the wind ;

Wiry and white-fiery and whirlwind-swivellèd snow

Spins to the widow-making unchilding unfathering deeps.

 

XIV

She drove in the dark to leeward,

She struck - not a reef or a rock

But the combs of a smother of sand : night drew her

Dead to the Kentish Knock ;

And she beat the bank down with her bows and the ride of her keel :

The breakers rolled on her beam with ruinous shock ;

And canvas and compass, the whorl and the wheel

Idle for ever to waft her or wind her with, these she endured.

 

XV

Hope had grown grey hairs,

Hope had mourning on,

Trenched with tears, carved with cares,

Hope was twelve hours gone ;

And frightful a nightfall folded rueful a day

Nor rescue, only rocket and lightship, shone,

And lives at last were washing away :

To the shrouds they took, - they shook in the hurling and horrible airs.

 

XVI

One stirred from the rigging to save

The wild woman-kind below,

With a rope's end round the man, handy and brave -

He was pitched to his death at a blow,

For all his dreadnought breast and braids of thew :

They could tell him for hours, dandled the to and fro

Through the cobbled foam-fleece. What could he do

With the burl of the fountains of air, buck and the flood of the wave ?

 

XVII

They fought with God's cold -

And they could not and fell to the deck

(Crushed them) or water (and drowned them) or rolled

With the sea-romp over the wreck.

Night roared, with the heart-break hearing a heart-broke rabble,

The woman's wailing, the crying of child without check -

Till a lioness arose breasting the babble,

A prophetess towered in the tumult, a virginal tongue told.

 

XVIII

Ah, touched in your bower of bone,

Are you ! turned for an exquisite smart,

Have you ! make words break from me here all alone,

Do you ! - mother of being in me, heart.

O unteachably after evil, but uttering truth,

Why, tears ! is it ? tears ; such a melting, a madrigal start !

Never- eldering revel and river of youth,

What can it be, this glee ? the good you have there of your own ?

 

XIX

Sister, a sister calling

A master, her master and mine ! -

And the inboard seas run swirling and hawling ;

The rash smart sloggering brine

Blinds her ; but she that weather sees one thing, one ;

Has one fetch in her : she rears herself to divine

Ears, and the call of the tall nun

To the men in the tops and the tackle rode over the storm's brawling.

 

XX

She was first of a five and came

Of a coifèd sisterhood.

(O Deutschland, double a desperate name !

O world wide of its good !

But Gertrude, lily, and Luther, are two of a town,

Christ's lily and beast of the waste wood :

From life's dawn it is drawn down,

Abel is Cain's brother and breasts they have sucked the same.)

 

XXI

Loathed for a love men knew in them,

Banned by the land of their birth,

Rhine refused them. Thames would ruin them ;

Surf, snow, river and earth

Gnashed : but thou art above, thou Orion of light ;

Thy unchancelling poising palms were weighing the worth,

Thou martyr- master : in thy sight

Storm flakes were scroll- leaved flowers, lily showers-sweet heaven was astrew in them.

 

XXII

Five ! the finding and sake

And cipher of suffering Christ.

Mark, the mark is of man's make

And the world of it Sacrificed.

But he scores it in scarlet himself on his own bespoken,

Before time- taken, dearest prizèd and priced -

Stigma, signal, cinquefoil token

For lettering of the lamb's fleece, ruddying of the rose-flake.

 

XXIII

Joy fall to thee, father Francis,

Drawn to the Life that died ;

With the gnarls of the nails in thee, niche of the lance, his

Lovescape crucified

And seal of his seraph-arrival ! and these thy daughters

And five- livèd and leavèd favour and pride,

Are sisterly sealed in wild waters,

To bathe in his fall-gold mercies, to breathe in his all-fire glances.

 

XXIV

Away in the loveable west,

On a pastoral forehead of Wales,

I was under a roof here, I was at rest,

And they the prey of the gales ;

She to the black-about air, to the breaker, the thickly

Falling flakes, to the throng that catches and quails

Was calling "O Christ, Christ, come quickly" :

The cross to her she calls Christ to her, christens her wild-worst Best.

 

XXV

The majesty ! what did she mean ?

Breathe, arch and original Breath.

Is it love in her of the being as her lover had been ?

Breathe, body of lovely Death.

They were else-minded then, altogether, the men

Woke thee with a we are perishing in the weather of Genesareth.

Or is it that she cried for the crown then,

The keener to come at the comfort for feeling the combatting keen ?

 

XXVI

For how to the heart's cheering

The down-dugged ground-hugged grey

Hovers off, the jay-blue heavens appearing

Of pied and peeled May !

Blue-beating and hoary-glow height ; or night, still higher,

With belled fire and the moth-soft Milky Way,

What by your measure is the heaven of desire,

The treasure never eyesight got, nor was ever guessed what for the hearing ?

 

XXVII

No, but it was not these.

The jading and jar of the cart,

Time's tasking, it is fathers that asking for ease

Of the sodden-with-its-sorrowing heart,

Not danger, electrical horror ; then further it finds

The appealing of the Passion is tenderer in prayer apart :

Other, I gather, in measure her mind's

Burden, in wind's burly and beat of endragonèd seas.

 

XXVIII

But how shall I... make me room there :

Reach me a... Fancy, come faster -

Strike you the sight of it ? look at it loom there,

Thing that she... there then ! the Master,

Ipse, the only one, Christ, King, Head :

He was to cure the extremity where he had cast her ;

Do, deal, lord it with living and dead ;

Let him ride, her pride, in his triumph, despatch and have done with his doom there.

 

XXIX

Ah ! there was a heart right !

There was single eye !

Read the unshapeable shock night

And knew the who and the why ;

Wording it how but by him that present and past,

Heaven and earth are word of, worded by ? -

The Simon Peter of a soul ! to the blast

Tarpeian- fast, but a blown beacon of light.

 

XXX

Jesu, heart's light,

Jesu, maid's son,

What was the feast followed the night

Thou hadst glory of this nun ? -

Feast of the one woman without stain.

For so conceivèd, so to conceive thee is done ;

But here was heart- throe, birth of a brain,

Word, that heard and kept thee and uttered thee outright.

 

XXXI

Well, she has thee for the pain, for the

Patience ; but pity of the rest of them !

Heart, go and bleed at a bitterer vein for the

Comfortless unconfessed of them -

No not uncomforted : lovely-felicitous Providence

Finger of a tender of, 0 of a feathery delicacy, the breast of the

Maiden could obey so, be a bell to, ring of it, and

Startle the poor sheep back ! is the shipwrack then a harvest, does tempest carry the grain for thee ?

 

XXXII

I admire thee, master of the tides,

Of the Yore- flood, of the year's fall ;

The recurb and the recovery of the gulf's sides,

The girth of it and the wharf of it and the wall ;

Stanching, quenching ocean of a motionable mind ;

Ground of being, and granite of it : past all

Grasp God, throned behind

Death with a sovereignty that heeds but hides, bodes but abides ;

 

XXXIII

With a mercy that outrides

The all of water, an ark

For the listener ; for the lingerer with a love glides

Lower than death and the dark ;

A vein for the visiting of the past-prayer, pent in prison,

The last- breath penitent spirits - the uttermost mark

Our passion-plungèd giant risen,

The Christ of the Father compassionate, fetched in the storm of his strides.

 

XXXIV

Now burn, new-born to the world,

Double-naturèd name,

The heaven-flung, heart-fleshed, maiden-furled

Miracle-in-Mary-of-flame,

Mid-numberèd He in three of the thunder-throne !

Not a dooms- day dazzle in his coming nor dark as he came ;

Kind, but royally reclaiming his own ;

A released shower, let flash to the shire, not a lightning of fire hard-hurled.

 

XXXV

Dame, at our door

Drowned, and among our shoals,

Remember / us / him / in the roads, the heaven-haven of the Reward :

Our King back, oh, upon English souls !

Let him easter in us, be a dayspring to the dimness of us, be a crimson-cresseted east,

More brightening her, rare- dear Britain, as his reign rolls,

Pride, rose, prince, hero of us, high-priest,

Our hearts' charity's hearth's fire, our thoughts' chivalry's throng's Lord.

 

 

St. Beuno

Dec.1875 - Jan.1876

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